Your words definitely touch my heart. Thank you!
Love your poems, never daft!
There are times
when I arise
in the morn
and the smell
of the Sea,
wafts the air,
recalling the memories,
to the front
of my mind
of trips to
a favorite time,
walking on sand,
wind in face,
while many of
your troubles will
disappear, when the
sounds of Seabirds,
in the salt
removes the worries,
lets them all
pass, when the
wind dies down
and the Sea
is like glass.
Makes me wish I was on a warm Hawaiian beach.
me also, but would take any beach at the moment. Warm is best.
I can see you as a teenager! Nice poem.
Thank you. I did fish a lot when I was younger.
A well is a subject, too deep
for a shallow mind.
I wrote these words,
not to be unkind,
but to remind us all,
of the actions we take.
All have consequences
and words can break.
Every reaction, creates an event,
which may create another reaction.
A new result created by a response
from your action.
Confusing? Sure. Just pick your word
When I was young.
Young like a child,
I would go every where,
for I was quite wild.
There was no curfew,
at least not to me,
for when it became dark,
I knew where to be.
Home with my loved ones,
similar to right now.
Safe and protected
and still knowing how,
to take care of you.
So much like a child,
but you're no longer allowed
to run free and be wild.
If I only had the energy to run free and be wild...
Remembering back, in my early days of travelling, from state to state, to gauge the operational functions. Early days, where there was some travel with an expense account and a company car.
Working for a large corporation. Those days, long gone. The company no longer here.
I was the District Manager, for the Catalog Sales Division of Sears Roebuck. My area was the State of Oregon.
We lived, my wife and two children and I, in Vancouver WA. I had two stores in the immediate area. Hazel Dell and Camas. I also had stores in Oregon at St Helens, Astoria, Tillamook, Newport, North Bend, Coos Bay, Brookings, Grants Pass, Roseburg, Corvallis, Gresham, Hillsboro, The Dalles, Bend, Madras, Prineville, Hermiston, Pendleton, Ontario and Baker.
Every Monday, I would call the stores to receive sales information, sales per hour, returns and to discuss advertising or other operational issues.
Monday night or Tuesday morning. I would load my suitcase into the car and head out to one of my locations, depending on specific issues or concerns.
Our primary role in the Catalog Sales Offices, (CSO) was to sell appliances, tires batteries from our store inventory and order, soft line, aka, clothing, bedding, et al. We had commissioned sales staff who would sell cabinets, carpet, fencing and other "Big ticket" items. The function of Installed Home Improvement, or IHI that was for installation by our contractors. Our in house joke was IHI, "It's Here, Incomplete."
There were some great days with my Managers.
My goal was to make them an independent operation and to call me only if there was an issue to discuss. I would explain to them, "No Surprises." Tell me before the news hit the Regional Office. I would receive calls from my boss, on occasion, if I had approved advertising, over budget at a specific office. My mode was if I received a call from my boss was to acknowledge that I had approved and then call the offending Manager and discuss how the "No Surprises" was supposed to work.
I had great Managers, who did, for the most part, operate as Independents. I miss those days and the friendships I had made. Working at Sears was a great experience and prepared me for many jobs opportunities.
Nice to remember times from long ago. A lot of stories, I am sure.
Thanks. Yes lots of stories. Some much shorter and quite funny, now.
I hate this life, as I have
started to succumb
towards a callous behavior'
with little aplomb.
I am not kind. I am just
a big jerk,
for I'm so tired my responsibility
I may shirk.
What good reason, is there for me
being casual with thee.
You don't deserve this life
we have shared.
I need to treat you softer
and be prepared.
Where are you now, my lovely bride?
It's 6 P.M. you were by my side.
Wandering the room, asking me why
or what's this object, catching your eye.
Asking the same questions, over again.
How many times? Lost track at ten.
Telling you the answer, one more time.
Nothing I say, "sticks". It isn't fine.
No matter what I am trying to do,
this conversation is usually just you.
Asking me more questions, once again,
what is the name of our friend?
Having a hard time, as I've said.
Hearing the lyrics and music in my head.
This has been going on for several days.
"Starry, starry nights," a song of life.
The tumultuous life of Vincent Van Gogh,
written and performed by Don McLean.
So many painting failures, in his early life.
A life of challenges and of strife;
Time spent in a mental institution,
when his life had too much confusion.
Starry, starry nights, he painted when he
wrestled with trying to control his sanity.
Perhaps it is now, my future destiny.
Van Gogh, Don McLean and you are all artists... nice poem
Thank you. Wish I had the music talent and the talent of Van Gogh, the painter. Love his work
I do too, but also love your work ❤️
A pain, within, has come to rest
it lies unto my left chest.
When walking on ice, be careful
for the results of falling, are painful.
I learned an new dance step
a week ago. The Costco trip;
reminded me of a two step fall.
A slight shuffle, one step is all,
it took for me, is what I said
at least I didn't hit my head.
My ribs are sore. Oh yes they are.
A painful sleep my rest did mar.
A rib belt is the treatment, you see
for which the doctor did agree.
Gosh - I'm sorry to learn that - it sounds painful! Are you OK?
I've broken many ribs over the years and it is the same old story. Get a rib belt and try not to laugh or cough. I'm OK, just hard to sleep, but the good part is I can type in more writings. Thanks.
Mario Benedetti wrote a beautiful poem called "Don't Give up" which has been a favorite of mine. This is the translation of one of it's stanzas:
"Don't give up, please don't give way,
Even if the cold burns,
Even if fear bites,
Even if the sun sets,
And the wind goes silent,
There is still fire in your soul
There is still life in your dreams"........
That is a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. I like the free verse.
I know it's not the same as conversing, but you do communicate so much through your poems and stories. Looking forward to getting that shot in my arm so we can meet up for coffee someday soon...
I am also waiting for the shot. Ms. E says she isn't going to get it so I need to enlist my children.